Any unwritten histories for my characters will either be explained in the roleplay, or written at a later date. Forms will be subject to upgrades and tweaks every so often.
"My secret side I keep hidden under lock and key, I keep it caged but I can't control it. 'Cause if I let him out he'll tear me up and break me down, why won't somebody come and save me from this?"Player name: The Royal Mirage
Pack: Pack of the Western Forest
Name: Given name is Castor, however he adapted the name Gemini as a pup
Age: Around 2 and a half
Gender: Male
Scent: Gemini smells strongly of flickering fires and smoke, but the fresh scent of rain is buried deep in his velvety soft fur.
Body Type: Average height for a male wolf, though he appears smaller most of the time due to his timid stance. His long legs are thinly muscled, his chest narrow, and his body gives off an aura of gentleness. In a way, he still looks like a teenager, not yet fully grown, though there is no growing left for this shy brute.
Pelt color: Gemini's coat is a smoky coal black, the kind of black you expect to see on a foggy night. It's a matte color, even in the sun his dark pelt barely shines, giving off the softer qualities of velvet rather than silk.
Markings: His back and ears are speckled with golden freckles, which take every opportunity to shimmer and dance in whatever light they can find. He also has a golden stripe under each eye, with more freckles along his cheekbones, lighting up his soft eyes.
Eye Color: Gemini's eyes are a shade of deep amethyst, a hue which never seems to truly decide whether it wants to be blue or purple, looking like one or the other depending on his mood.
Other Details: He has several scars from battle hidden under his plush fur, the worst of which is the one on his chest. He has a few wispy hairs atop his head, but nothing longer than that ever grows. Unlike most wolves in his pack, he does not often adorn himself with his war prizes, except sometimes during the winter with his wolverine-fur hooded cloak.
Personality: This is where things start to get.. complicated. Gemini's personality is that of a weak and defenseless baron, a wisp in the wind. His soft spoken tone and careful steps are all one must see to know he is less than confident. He's smart, almost unfairly so, and is an excellent healer in his own right, though most don't exactly pay attention to this knowledge once they've really seen him..
Castor is ferocious. He's got the mean spirit, cunning, and brute strength of a wolverine-bear-lynx trapped inside his small body. Wolves twice his size whimper at his snarls, and end up with terrible wounds after a fight (which, of course, Gemini tries to help heal). Around doves, he's incorrigible, being a smooth talking ladies wolf until the adrenaline wears off.
Now I know you must be confused, so here's the simple fact of it - Gemini has a split personality. When he is himself, Gemini, he's the kindest baron you'll ever meet, if not a bit of a wimp. But as soon as he or one of his pack mates is threatened or in danger, Castor comes out. The sad part is, when he returns to normal, Gemini seldom remembers any of what happened, seeing only bloodied wolves cowering away from him and wanting nothing more than to help them
Likes: Gemini likes exploring the forest, watching bunnies hop around (he thinks they're so cute), visiting the Southern pack grounds in the winter *so that he doesn't have to be the only leader*, a clear pond on a hot day, curling up with a sweet fae *not that he ever has, foreveralone*, fresh snow on the ground, a good mud puddle.
Castor, however, likes few things. He likes when others are intimidated by him, when doves croon and sigh at his paws. Occasionally, he enjoys whispering into Gemini's mind and scaring the meek alpha. But above all he loves the thrill of the fight, the satisfaction of the kill, and the rusty taste of blood on his lips..
Dislikes: Gemini doesn't like blistering hot days, hunting, cold days without snow *it's only fun if you can play in the snow*, seeing his pack mates hurt.
Castor doesn't like being trapped within Gemini, and when he's out, he dislikes pretty much anything he sets eyes on.
Main Talent: Gemini is an excellent healer, though his best talent is probably his quick thinking and brains. Castor's main talent.. well, do I even need to explain?
Weak Point(s) (at least 3): Gemini is extremely shy, especially around pretty faes, and it is not uncommon for his voice to crack and squeak with nerves. He can be clumsy at times, and his body is not well suited to jostling (normally). He mumbles a lot and mainly keeps to himself.
Fear(s): Most of all, Gemini fears his blackouts. He fears when Castor takes over, though he is unaware that he hasn't just fainted. He is afraid of most big or fearsome predators around the territory, and is especially scared of telling a fae how he feels for her.
Song: Monster - SkilletHistory: Gemini was born in the Pack of the Western Forest, descendant of the great Clodoveo, the second of two twin pups of the alphas. He was given the name Castor, and his brother, the elder twin, Pollux. It soon became clear, however, that the two balls of black fluff were very ill. Pollux seemed to be faring better, occasionally nuzzling at the barely breathing form of Castor. The mother and father were heartbroken as they watched their sons suffer, Pollux curling up around his twin as he too began to decline further in health. Their mother urged them to nurse, nudging the pups with her nose, but neither one would disentangle themselves from the other.
Two days passed in this way, their mother's tears having permanently stained her cheeks, as she grieved her dying pups. Neither parent could bring themselves to put the pups out of their misery, hoping beyond all doubt that the pups would survive.
On the third day, the two pups, once roly-poly, pudgy, content, were little more than soft fur stretched over bones. Their father had had to fight for his title all through the pup's illness, as other members of the pack saw the opportunity to take over his position. The alpha returned from a bad fight, his paws tracking blood into the den of the sick pups. His mate's cries grew louder, she knew there was no hope left anymore, and that the pups would need to be sent back to the earth. She couldn't watch as her mate padded towards the two pups, tears shimmering in his own eyes as he dreaded what he had to do..
And then, Pollux gave a low whine. It was a sound that drew forth from his tiny pup maw of it's own account, as the larger black fluff stilled. The elder twin no longer breathed. In that moment, a high whine came from the shriveled throat of Castor, along with the rumblings of a puppy growl. He made a few futile nips at his dead brother's tail, before shuffling as best he could to his mother's stomach to drink.
In that bittersweet moment, the alphas smiled and sobbed. Castor grew healthy quickly, and was renamed Gemini, so that he would always know his twin was out there looking over him. No one knew in that moment what the scrawny pup had become.
Desired Rank: He'd like to be a healer, but is proud of his alpha heritage (even if he believes he doesn't deserve it)
Current Rank: Alpha Male
Crush: None yet
Mate: None
Relatives and Pups: Pollux (brother), Didrugaredd (father), Peryglus (mother) (all dead)
Pic: RP Example: "I'm glad you're by my side, exchanging patterns of breath in the cold.."Player name: The Royal Mirage
Pack: Pack of the Northern Mountains
Name: Maia (Short for Amalia, no one knows except her sister Lia)
Age: 3 and a half, a few minutes younger than Lia
Gender: Female
Scent: Maia's scent is almost undetectable even to the most well-trained nose - she smells of the fresh winds that blow throughout the mountains, as well as a hint of the crystal-clear pond secluded deep within the labyrinth of tunnels on the mountain side.
Body Type: Tall for a fae, with long legs that lead to small paws and a slim yet sturdy-looking figure. Her features are sharp, her muscles wiry and strong from hunting, running, and climbing. Her tail is long and slender with silken fur that ripples like waves in the wind, and it is just the right length to help her keep balance in even the most awkward positions.
Pelt color: An odd slate gray, which shimmers iridescently in the sun to appear bluish-purple. In moonlight, she appears to be a silvery, iron gray.
Markings: Maia's markings may appear strange to some, though anyone who knows her family and/or lineage knows it's something to be expected and respected. A dorsal stripe, the color of coal, travels from her hips to the bridge of her nose, where it curves out on both sides of her face into little swirls. 8 sharp stripes run from her shoulder to her hip. The swirls were a representation of alpha heritage in her old pack, while the stripes represent a fierce and respectful hunter. She has some lighter patches of fur, most notably along her chest and belly, with hardly noticeable rings of this color running all down her tail.
Eye Color: Maia's eyes are one feature about her that can be a bit underwhelming to those expecting the fierce, determined look an alpha usually carries. They are wide-set and open, the same color as turquoise.
Other Details: She has a tuft of coal black fur atop her head, which is usually pulled back into a messy ponytail.
Personality: Maia is the kind of fae who doesn't seem like she could hurt a fly. She's generally very happy and outgoing, being the first to introduce herself and her peers. Very sociable, gets along with most wolves she meets. Quick to offer a smile, and one of the most loyal friends you could have. The bubbly fae carries herself with pride and dignity, but in such a way that none could mistake it for arrogance.
Despite seeming quite carefree, Maia holds concern for her friends and her pack in the highest order, and isn't the best at handling awkward or tough situations on her own. During times like those, she usually calls upon her sisters' help.
Likes: Ice crystals when they've just begun to drip, snowy paw prints, the first rains of spring, watching fawns chase after their mothers, the scent of pups, rolling in long grass, sunsets that light up the mountains, orchids (not that she has many chances to see them)
Dislikes: The taste of fish meat, getting water in her ears, and when her sisters gang up on her. Cannot stand wolves who are: cocky, gloomy, or snippy.
Main Talent: A born hunter, Maia can take down just about anything with skill and grace
Weak Point(s) (at least 3): Maia has little creative talent, and can be painfully oblivious at times. She's also not one to jump to negative conclusions, which can end up being dangerous for her or her pack in the long run.
Fear(s): Losing her sisters, being alone, being trapped (she's VERY claustrophobic)
Song: CrystallizeHistory: Born in a faraway land, Maia and her sister Lia were the two pups of the alphas. Maia was the second born, and was to become a beta, but as the pair grew and Maia proved to be the stronger of the two she was renamed the heir to the alphas. Even so, she has always been envious of Lia's good looks, and became the same for Lilith when she came along. Her mother died shortly after birth, leaving the parenting of the two sisters to their father.
He was a kind baron, if not a bit old to be having pups, and his experience was shared in great amounts with his little girls. Maia was taught how to hunt with deadly accuracy, and to respect her kill by wasting nothing. Her father felt it was imperative that his daughter knew how to provide for her pack, and his insistence proved a useful tool in her training. She was younger than a year old when Maia was promoted to head huntress of the pack, her skills unparalleled and speed unmatched.
It wasn't long until Maia's father took another mate, a huntress by the name Aiyana, after challenging and banishing her previous mate and pup from the territory. The pair had another daughter, a navy blue dove by the name of Lilith, that the sisters instantly adopted into the family (and teased incessantly).
An unfortunate incident a couple years later caused the sisters, along with their younger half sister Lilith and the healer Tanga, to leave the pack in search of something more. They came across the pack of the northern mountains completely by chance, and joined.
Maia was soon a well respected member of the great hunter's pack, learning their culture and being known as a Master hunter, along with her younger sister. When the alpha was killed falling from a cliff-face, it was not the beta who was named the new alpha, but Maia, as she was seen to exemplify the qualities that the pack treasured the most.
Desired Rank: She's happy where she is.
Current Rank: Alpha Female
Crush: None, not really looking
Mate: She's not exactly interested in finding a mate just yet, and really hates when guys go overboard with wooing her just because she's the alpha (not that she notices unless they go overboard)
Relatives and Pups: Lia (sister, loner), Lilith (half sister, head huntress), Delano (step brother, beta of eastern shores), Tanga (adopted sister, shaman)
Pic: RP Example: "I used to be your lap dog... now I'm just a stray."Player name: The Royal Mirage
Pack: Pack of the Eastern Shores
Name: Delano
Age: 5 years
Gender: male
Scent: Delano's scent is an unusual one for the wolves of the shores, being musky and rich, with hints of pine and blood buried deep in the silken silver locks.
Body Type: Sturdy and strong, but thin and lithe in the right places. His chest is wide, ribs well-sprung for easy air-flow, and wiry muscles cover his tall form to create a silhouette altogether too pleasing to the eye.
Pelt color: Delano's pelt is the exact hue of pure, polished silver, and seems to shimmer with the same metallic permanence. While his silken fur is quite shaggy, uncharacteristic of the wolves of the Eastern Shores, it gives him a rugged, devil-may-care air that faes just can't resist.
Markings: Blackened navy markings line under his dangerously sharp eyes, three ragged stripes under the right, and an elegant swirl beneath the left. His dark bangs usually cover his left eye completely though, so few have ever seen it. A dark dorsal stripe flows from the top of his head straight down his back, and fully engulfs his tail, with darker shading along the bottom of it. The longer fur along his chin, jaw, etc. is tipped with the same blackened navy, as well as the bottoms of his paws and the rims of his ears
Eye Color: His eyes are a hard, stony emerald - the kind of color and clarity that cannot be found even in the stones his pack so heavily praises - with ribbons of warm gold woven throughout.
Other Details: Long, shaggy, silken bangs cover much of the left side of his face, and that's the way he likes it. On his front left paw, three golden stripes are tattooed onto his paw pad.
Personality: For those who don't know him well (and some who do) Delano is almost void of personality. He cares little for others emotionally, doesn't allow himself to really, though he does care a great deal about the survival of his pack. He has a very military attitude on things, logic reigning over his thoughts and emotions - this, as well as his skills in hunting and fighting, makes him a bit of an outcast among his pack mates.
Surrounded by the inauthenticity of his pack mates, Delano is easily agitated and can get dangerous if his irritation is permitted to grow. It is because of this that most wolves leave him alone, apart from unknowing rank-lovers who are new to the pack.
Despite his hard outer shell, he has a soft and rather fragile heart. He's been broken too many times, and hides away his emotions from everyone around him. Because of this, he will often abandon someone at the first sign of fondness within himself, not wanting to be the one who gets hurt.
Likes: Delano doesn't really like much, though snow is something he openly adores (well, as openly as HE could adore something). Even though he dislikes the cold and wet, snow is just something Delano cannot bring himself to hate. He is made content by winning arguments or having his ideas validated by the wolf he was arguing with, and finds an odd sort of enjoyment for fighting and hunting.
Dislikes: The disingenuousness of the wolves in his pack, and their "over-the-top" manners. Hates getting wet, his silky fur isn't built for water. A whiny or over-dramatic wolf will earn his annoyance easily, as well as anyone who cannot do things for themselves.
Main Talent: Delano was born and raised to be a hunter, though due to this he is also an excellent and efficient fighter. Since both traits go rather unused in his current pack however, his wits have become a much more powerful tool.
Weak Point(s) (at least 3): His heart is his weakest point, but also his most well protected; his temper can be a big issue concerning his social life, though he doesn't particularly care about having friends; he's sensitive about the swirl marking below his left eye, it is meant to represent 'royalty' in his birth pack.
Fear(s): His only fear is letting someone into his heart again.
Song: RadioactiveHistory: -
Desired Rank: Feh
Current Rank: Beta Male
Crush: None of these pansies
Mate: If he feels like it
Relatives and Pups: Probably has several litters of pups that he doesn't know about (having left his mates soon after pupping them), Lia (step-sister, loner), Maia (step-sister, alphess of Northern Mountains), Lilith (half sister, head huntress of Northern Mountains)
Pic: RP Example: "Women are almost always prettier when they are shrouded in mystery. I can never be as pretty as you imagine, and I would never ruin something like that for you. Would it not be better to imagine?"Player name: The Royal Mirage
Pack: Pack of the Northern Mountains
Name: Lilith
Age: 2 and a half
Gender: Female
Scent: Lilith's scent is something special, at least her friends say so. It can be sweet and fresh sometimes like summer rain and morning dew, it can be spicy and cool like crisp autumn leaves, and sometimes it's the inexplicable scent of fresh summer grass on the wind. Even with the new environment, her scent has not changed much, though it has taken on a bit of a crisper, cooler undertone in her travels, like that of fresh fallen snow.
Body Type: An overall picture of willowy rebellion, Lilith is rarely seen for the beautiful dove she is, mostly because of her odd markings and mask. A first glance, her proud stance, tall height, and slender body give off the impression of refined, acute power. Her beautifully long legs reach upwards to a slender torso, wiry muscles just visible beneath her thin silken fur. Her neck arches in a proud, yet oddly elegant fashion, leading into the languid curves and sharp tips of her tall ears. Those who look at her more closely, however, see the subtle feminine curves along her slender back and torso, the coy bow of her banner-like tail. Her silent hunter's steps then become a full-fledged saunter, filled with self-confidence and pride that she more or less lacks. Her face, usually hidden beneath a bone mask, conceals a heartbreaking smile and dark brows which only accent her seeking eyes.
Pelt color: The color of midnight is infused into the thin, silky strands, with flecks of silver which flash every now and then like stars in the sky. Her silvery undercoat can only be seen around the dip of her ankles, and along the curves of her ears, the color flashing with even the slightest of motions.
Markings: Each of Lilith's toes are a chilling ivory white, the color of bone that has been cleaned of all traces of life, and she loathes to have them dirty. Beneath her eyes, two blue swirls line her bottom lid and lead into a simple curl, accenting her angular cheekbones as well as her wide almond eyes. Another swirl runs vertically along the center line of her face, curling at her forehead with a tiny diamond directly between the swirls. This marking is mirrored on her mask. Beneath the bone armor over her back are 4 stunning blue stripes, though these will never be seen.
Eye Color: Lilith's eyes are an anomaly to many, appearing the dark teal of murky waters most of the time. With the slightest hint of sunshine however, they are transformed into a captivating Caribbean blue that you just can't help staring into. Her eyes show her emotions as well, being the dark stormy blue of an angry hurricane at times, or the peaceful and exotic silver of moonlight.
Other Details: Lilith was raised to wear a variety of bone-carved markings in her birth pack. Each adornment and marking means something, and even after changing packs so many times, Lilith has held onto tradition, even added to it. The mask she wears is made from moose antler, having been carefully shaped and carved to fit her face, and her face alone. The recreation of her facial marking is carved into it and painted with the blood of her ancestors, giving off a faint reddish tint. She was fitted with the bones over her back as an adolescent, covering her hunter's markings with extra protection which cannot be removed. In addition to these traditional adornments, Lilith has also decorated her tail with three bone rings, giving her better control and, in turn, better balance.
Personality: A locked diary in a cardboard box, Lilith's personality holds almost too many different multitudes to be explored at once. She is coy, the flirtiness of her younger years having calmed through her journeys, and she has learned to keep a much closer eye on her heart. She feels no need to please others if they have no significance to her, and this can come off as self-centered or even rude at times, though she doesn't mean to be. She has quite an eye for fine adornments, something not particularly encouraged in her new pack, but she greatly enjoys doing trade with the Eastern wolves whenever the full moon rolls around. She is extremely loyal to her sisters and Tanga, her best friend, and is also quite protective of the little shaman. She can also be quite dependent upon her little family, seeing as she sometimes lapses into an inconsolable sadness. She is brave and bold in the face of fear, willing to take on a bear or mountain lion if it were ever needed. Lilith has a keen interest in pack histories and stories of ancestors - she could just listen to shamans and storytellers talk all through the night and day. So many sides of her conflict with one another as well; she is outgoing yet reserved, curious yet cautious, confident but doubtful, the list goes on. Over the years, Lilith has developed a rather touchy sense of dignity, and can get rather cross when made a fool of. Throughout all her ins and outs, Lilith is mostly known for her silence - she is very quiet towards those she does not know well, apart from giving mandatory feedback during or before hunts. It is her silence and her appearance that scare most wolves into keeping their distance, and her guarded nature that keeps out those who try to get close.
Likes: Dancing in the rain, though it holds a bittersweetness in her heart, is one activity she would never pass up, especially if it were a thunderstorm. Home brewed tea, tiny ripe strawberries, cinnamon sticks, cherry blossoms and the faint scent of fresh mint and eucalyptus are all tastes and smells that help her to relax. She enjoys adrenaline hunting every now and then, sometimes going off on cliff-diving escapades with her older sister Lia. Crisp autumn leaves and sunsets in the snow never go unappreciated by the shadowy dove
Dislikes: She does not like having her ears touched or toyed with, a faint hole-shaped scar in her left ear most probably showing why. She is distrustful of brutes, especially the kind who seem to be covered with faes, and will sometimes develop a great disdain for the male without ever meeting him. She isn't quite afraid of water, though considering her history you'd think she really should be. She more dislikes the bone-chilling cold that sets in after being completely drenched.
Main Talent: Lilith is first and foremost a hunter, being swift, silent, and strong, but has a myriad of other talents. She's known for being able to avoid most confrontations, though when in a fight she seldom loses the match
Weak Point(s) (at least 3): Black brutes. She almost cannot even stand to look at a black brute without going into a deep sadness. Lilith's boldness in dangerous situations oftentimes leads to her being badly injured, the scars hidden under her fur proving as much. Despite being a born leader, she takes no pleasure in taking charge when Maia needs her to. Even being Head hunter is more responsibility than she truly wants, but Maia would trust no one else with the job.
Fear(s): Above all else, Lilith fears something bad happening to her family.
Song: Light Bulb was her original theme, which may or may not return in time. Currently, I feel
The Lonely fits her better though
History: -
Desired Rank: She's fine where she is, though just being a regular hunter would be nice too...
Current Rank: Head Hunter
Crush: Not willing to let anyone in
Mate: Nope
Relatives and Pups: Lia (half sister, loner), Maia (half sister, alphess of Northern Mountains), Delano (half brother, beta male of Eastern Shores), Tanga (adopted sister and best friend)
Pic: RP Example: "I wish plant life would grow all around me."Player name: The Royal Mirage
Pack: Pack of the Northern Mountains
Name: Tanga
Age: 2
Gender: Female
Scent: The overwhelming scent of fresh herbs, spicy-bitter and clear, clings to each curled coppery tendril of fur. If one were to separate Tanga from her work for a while, however, they would reveal her true scent to be the delicious and irresistible sweetness of ripe peaches.
Body Type: A petite little thing, Tanga only stands about half as tall as the average fae, though her body is well proportioned for the most part. Her defined legs aren't long, but carry no hint of stockiness either, and lead up to a well-sprung rib cage and thin waist, giving her a curvy, pixie-ish appearance. Her face is made up of soft yet angular strokes, her tiny nose and maw leading elegantly into her wide, child-like eyes. Her ears are quite large and tall, with curly tufts of fur at the tip, and combined with her over-sized fluffy tail only serve to make her look even more petite than she actually is. She doesn't mind her size however, except when treating extremely tall wolves.
Pelt color: Tanga's minky-plush pelt is the color of honeyed gold, with copper flecks riddled over her shoulders and cheekbones. Each strand curls to delicately frame each feminine feature, the longer fur around her neck and chest only serving to accent their elegant arch and slopes.
Markings: Her pelt is riddled with matte copper and silver tones, the copper tipping the tops of her long ears and trailing over her hackles. Copper ringlets also circle around her bushy tail much in the fashion of a raccoon's, and shimmer lightly whenever it twitches in excitement. A bib of silvery fur travels along her chest, down through her forelegs, and along her belly, fully engulfing her two hind legs. Her hind paws are a pristine snowy white, while her fore paws are the same warm russet of her adorable freckles. Overall, she is a picture of innocent sweetness, cute more so than coy.
Eye Color: Her wide, slightly slanted eyes are a pale green hue, surrounded in curly, deep mocha-hued lashes.
Other Details: Curly bangs frame her pixie features, feeling plushy soft to the touch, and russet strands of fur curl back from the tip of each elongated ear.
Personality: Tanga is a fun-loving fae, being bouncy and hyperactive most of the time, almost pup-like in her behavior. Her compassion and sympathy are unwavering, and she will never refuse someone in need no matter their past. Tanga can get a little over-worried though, especially when she's unsure of how something will turn out. She's serious when it's necessary, but is mostly just a little ball of sunshine. One fault she's been known to have is also what she values most about herself - she puts all others above herself, keeping her pack and friends her top priorities, while her own welfare is lower down on the list. Can be a bit goofy and has never been known to hold a grudge. Despite being called a shaman, she has never outwardly displayed any spiritual connections in front of her pack mates (Lilith excluded)
Likes: Tanga is easily amused, finding a little bit of joy in almost anything. Taking care of her pack mates is something she enjoys greatly, even if she also feels bad that they aren't feeling well. She loves the scent of cinnamon and fresh brewed tea, the light of flickering flames, the gentle beauty of butterfly wings, fresh fruit (and collecting it), flower petals, morning dew, foggy days, mud puddles, crystal lakes in the middle of the night. She loves to tell and hear old stories and myths, her favorite being one about a turtle family and an orphaned otter. Her favorite fruit is peaches, of course, and her favorite flower is the calla lily.
Dislikes: Tanga doesn't like storms, oddly enough, despite her almost-sister being such a big fan, and prefers to wait in their den and prepare tea for after Lilith is done gallivanting. She does not tolerate arrogant or aggressive behavior towards herself or her friends, and can be quite fiery when (verbally) defending herself. Most of all, she hates being treated like she can't do anything simply because of her size.
Main Talent: Healing
Weak Point(s) (at least 3): Because of her small stature, Tanga is obviously not meant to fight, and her hunting skills are less than sub-par. She can hardly catch a rabbit even with her hardest effort. She cares a lot about her pack, but pays little attention to herself when she is in need.
Fear(s): Above all else, Tanga fears being alone. Ever since she was abandoned near Maia, Lia and Lilith's old pack, she has been absolutely petrified of being on her own.
Song: Parade (Instrumental)History: -
Desired Rank: She's happy where she is
Current Rank: Shaman
Crush: None at the moment
Mate: Unlikely
Relatives and Pups: Lia (adopted sister, loner), Maia (adopted sister, alphess), Lilith (adopted sister, head huntress), Lotus (sister, not rp'd)
Pic: RP Example:"... I'm here to teach you to fly; I'll drop you where you're ready to soar."Player name: The Royal Mirage
Pack: None (loner)
Name: Lia (full name is Rosalia, only her sister Maia knows)
Age: 3 and a half, a few minutes older than Maia
Gender: Female
Scent: Lia's glossy fur, untainted by a mixed pack scent, is imbued with the simple yet irresistible essence of wildflowers in full bloom. Sometimes you can catch a musky hint in her fur, like pine and molasses, though it is rare.
Body Type: Made up of sultry curves and dips, Lia's got the kind of body that can drive you wild without ever moving a muscle. Seductive lines caress her womanly figure, long and slenderly muscled legs leading up to coyly shrugged shoulders, her thin waist accenting voluptuous hips that sway with each effortless step. Her thin neck is nearly always arched in a playful 'come-hither' stance, her thick, silky ruff only accenting and embellishing the motion, almost compelling males to brush against her steady yet yielding frame. In truth, past all the unobtainable beauty, she doesn't look quite fit to be a loner, having little muscle anywhere but her legs and a bit at her torso. Her appearance is that of opulent pampering, her long lustrous tail and flawless white pelt looking as if she has never roughed it in the wild a day in her life. Despite this, she is hardy and smart, as well as able to survive off of meager rations.
Pelt color: Her soft pelt is an odd feel, more like the fur of a rabbit than that of a wolf, and its incredible softness combined with the purity of her moonbeam coloring lures others to her with an easy grace. Each strand of untouched white shimmers iridescently like moonstone in the softest of light, and at night she could be mistaken for the moon itself with her pelt's ethereal glow.
Markings: Much like her sisters, Lia also carries the regal markings of her homeland. Having been the firstborn, and therefore the rightful alpha heir, Lia was born with extensive swirls along the center line of her face and under her eyes which glimmer a deeper, impressive silver. Regal swirling patterns also curve and fade down from the tips of her ears in much the same colour as her facial markings, causing a little extra sparkle with each flick of her audits.
Eye Color: It would be almost cruel to call such beautiful gemstones emeralds, holding tones of baby grass shoots, broad tropical leaves, finely worked silks and the fairest of expensive gems, all riddled through with ribbons of pure gold.
Other Details: Sleek, satiny silver-white bangs frame her flawless features - it seems not even a tornado could make her appear unkempt, only enhance her to the more savage splendor of an angered goddess.
Personality: An oddly quiet, secretive dove, with a past she's not very proud of, Lia is a mystery to even her closest friends. She can be fun and flirty one moment, yet cold and detached the next. Sometimes considered rude, though if you're boring her then it's not like you deserve her manners anyways. She doesn't like being around lots of wolves, preferring the more solitary life of a loner, but hangs around the Northern pack to keep an eye on her sisters. She is fiercely protective of them, and even if she's not the strongest fae out there, she can be very intimidating when she needs to be. Lia is easily annoyed by arrogance or incompetence, even though she herself could be considered to have either trait on any occasion. She can be snappy and cold when interrupted during her quiet time, but loves busting in on her friends (or her step-brother) when they seem caught up in other things. Despite her less-than-positive attitude and respect for social cues, she has many friends throughout each of the three packs. When you get close to her, she is almost painfully open about things, and is a huge adrenaline junkie. If it's dangerous, you can count Lia in.
Likes: As was explained, Lia loves the rush of adrenaline. She will seek it out of boredom or joy, simply reveling in the rush it gives her. It is in this way that she avoids thinking about more serious subjects, simply losing herself in her own sensations. She likes being on her own or with one or two close friends, strong gale winds, fields filled with wildflowers.. She takes a great deal of pleasure toying with a brute's emotions, though prefers it when he tries to play right back.
Dislikes: Honestly, Lia is not an amiable fae, so it annoys her when other wolves try to make friends with her. She doesn't like dull or goody-goody wolves, or wolves who take things too seriously. Doesn't like being rooted to one place, or anyone who tries to keep her in one place. she cannot stand to have her fur dirtied for any amount of time, and takes great pains to keep it looking the way it does.
Main Talent: Lia has an odd talent for healing, though one would almost never guess it.
Weak Point(s) (at least 3): Not at all a strong swimmer, though she can tread water long enough to get out usually. Her bedside manner, all manners really, are rather lacking, though some see it as endearing. She's not a fighter by any means, and has a bit of a weak nose.
Fear(s): Lia fears that she is not good enough, or that she will not be good enough. It's an odd fear for one so fair, but she knows that someday she will find someone worth settling down with, and knows she is bound to mess it up. She fears losing happiness in life, the same way she fears losing her sisters.
Song: She's an AngelHistory: -
Desired Rank: Loner
Current Rank: Loner
Crush: None
Mate: None
Relatives and Pups: Maia (sister, alphess of northern mountains), Lilith (half sister, head huntress of northern mountains), Delano (step brother, beta of eastern shores), Tanga (adopted sister, shaman of northern mountains)
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"Everyday words seem to turn into love songs."Player name: The Royal Mirage
Pack: Pack of the Eastern Shores
Name: Opal
Age: 2 and a half years of age
Gender: Female, of course
Scent: Opal wears a homemade perfume the scent of sweet wild roses, it seems to follow her wherever she goes. Her true scent however is one few have ever known, the clear and fresh scent of damp cave breezes, entrancing and enchanting those who catch its subtle hues.
Body Type: Opal's body is one which leads memories back in time, to the era of the classic beauty. She's soft and curvy in all the right places, lazy slopes and strokes effortlessly arching along the plush crest of her neck, the smooth curve of her abdomen, and the bow of her tail. Her long legs are substantial, though show no real defining muscle, as with much of the rest of her, giving the image of effortless grace and fluidity with every lift and dip. Her stride is the long, unpracticed grace showing in every slightly bouncy stride and placement of dainty paws. Her body gives the overall impression of one who is not strong, but never thought to be weak, with all the curves and softness one could ever hope to bury their nose in. She is a true treasure just as her work is, meant to be sought after and admired with vigor and tenderness.
Pelt color: In the summer, her pelt is the colour of soft white sand, feeling more like longer strands of plush velveteen. In winter however, the base coat lightens to a pure, snowy white, which shimmers with all the fire and softness of her namesake in the sunlight.
Markings: A more golden sandy hue trails from her petite muzzle and chin along her defined cheekbones, drifting with a soft insistence to cover her chest and curve along her abdomen, finishing finally along the underside of her plush yet silky tail. Streaks and markings the shade of sweet lavender blooms travel along her elegantly bowed neck and the tip of her tail, engulfing each of her dainty yet careful toes as well. Her brows also mold themselves to this sweet hue with a darker strip beneath to highlight her cheekbones, bringing out her slanted eyes and gentle gaze.
Eye Color: Opal's eyes are one of the many eye-catching features that make up the cultured fae. Their shade is a sweetened magenta that is often mistaken for ruby, and the gems themselves rival even her finest work. Each crystalline orb is engulfed in slanted, almond-shaped lids, lined with lashes black as pitch, with curls that lure brutes into their almost hypnotic depths. Despite the beauty and elegance that is clearly portrayed within the fuchsia orbs, there is a sadness there, deep within, that few ever have the chance to see.
Other Details: It is not uncommon to see Opal traipsing about camp wearing any number of her new creations, though her favorites are a pair of sterling silver bracers with floral jeweled patterns running along them, and fine sheer silks which engulf her ankles and wrists. During the winter, her fur grows out quite long, though the satiny strands manage still to both hug her figure and blow gently in the frosty breezes. Her hackles grow out quite long in the front, and quite fast, into luscious violet strands that frame her feminine features so perfectly. Sometimes the bangs will stay with her the rest of the year, but sometimes they shed away with the rest of her plush winter coat as soon as spring rolls around. Being native to the shores, she carries a very slight accept in the way she speaks, as if each word is carefully chosen in her head before being beautifully enunciated by her poet's tongue.
Personality: Opal is... Well, at first glance, she is exactly what a lady of high society is meant to be. She is elegant, creative, honorable and educated - she is kind and outgoing, yet respectful and motivated. She is never spoken ill of at parties, her trinkets are well known pack-wide. She attends all events of society, and plays her roles perfectly. She even enjoys doing so, being the calm and collected soul that she is (most of the time). Her never-ending patience for those around her is almost unheard of, and her kindness towards all is a trait so many around her adore. She doesn't tend to 'bait' males, as some call it, preferring to make plenty of friends rather than finding someone to settle down with. She is well aware that her parents will probably pick a suitable mate for her some day, and as long as he is a good wolf whom she can make happy, the thought doesn't bother her, having never felt true romantic inclination towards anyone (despite several past offers). Opal cares very dearly for her family, often spending days with her elderly mother, teaching her how to sew or string beads, and on rarer occasions suffering through lessons of combat. Her father greatly adores when Opal plays her lyre for him. The way she feels about her craft is.. hard to explain. When creating art, it is as if she is making real her fantasies, her dreams forming beneath her steady paws. It is a quiet passion, the kind that fills you up to the brim without pushing at your limits. The only fierce thing about her would be her loyalty to her pack, being born and raised in the shores and hearing its many stories of both triumph and hardship. She has an insatiable curiosity, especially concerning the other two packs, though the stars are also subject to her study. Her excitement and almost casual behavior is something only close friends or the like ever get to see, though even then she gives off the sense that she is still trying to contain the fireworks of her enthusiasm.
Likes: The scent of a fresh ocean breeze, the feel of a damp cave floor, Opal's delights are many a random splendor. Whether it be savoring the spicy-sweetness of a cinnamon bun or the chopped silky softness of a feather, each will make her smile like the sun. She loves big fluffy clouds and broad green leaves, flower buds that are about to bloom. Roses, of course, are a soft-spot for her scent-wise, but be warned if you ever try to give her one: her favorite flower is actually a Sweet Pea, and she is sometimes even called by this name by brutes who know of her fondness towards the little pink flowers. She takes great joy simply laying on the beach and watching the waves as she crafts, enjoying the appearance of the water more than the actual feel of it.
Dislikes: There is not much that Opal openly dislikes, apart from brutish or uncouth wolves. She is generally a very tolerant fae after all. There is one thing, however, which annoys her to no end: having strangers touch her tail. Odd, really, but her tail is quite sensitive to the touch, and only her very closest friends would get off touching it without a hard talking to, or worse.
Main Talent: Her creativity and skill for jeweling is most definitely her main talent, though many among the pack see her patience and respect for social convention as a thorough talent of its own.
Weak Point(s) (at least 3): Opal can be very distrustful, especially of newcomers, though she is quite adept at hiding this fact. Though she acts dainty and kind and overall fulfilled, Opal still feels a deep yearning to search for her missing sister. it gets to the point at times where she will have traveled almost halfway to another pack before turning around again, lost hope shining in her teary orbs. Despite her mother having been a skilled warrior, Opal has none of the qualities of strength or agility, and would not be able to protect herself from foes. Her nose is not sharp to scents, and she must always look or listen around when trying to find someone.
Fear(s): She fears mostly the sea, ironically enough. She almost drowned as a pup, and has been scared of the murky depths ever since. Her only other great fear is that of the fate of her missing twin. She wonders what has become of her, if she is even alive at all.
Song: La Vie en Rose History: Opal was born in the Pack of the Eastern Shores to a Senior Delta and a lowly warrioress. The union was whispered of, but accepted generally because of her father's close status with the alpha at the time. The pair were so happy to welcome two little faes into their family. Opal and her twin, Amber, were so similar, yet so very different. Opal was the quiet, pensive one, whereas Amber was full to the brim with energy and restless enthusiasm. Despite their differences, the two were nigh inseparable, even into their adolescence.
One fateful evening, during a full-moon gathering, Opal and Amber had run off from the bonfire to explore with a couple friends they had met from the other packs. Awok and Renei, though their names are unimportant, had suggested they all play hide and seek. The pups played for hours under the full moon, until one round, they could not find Amber. At first, they laughed, whispering of how wonderful her hiding spot must be. Then they started to worry, calling out for her to come out. Then they got Citrine and Onyx. Then they got the whole of the three packs. Even with every wolf searching, calling, scenting for little Amber, not a trace of her could be found. Opal refused to leave the next morning. She sat in the middle of the old camp, staring into the remains of the fire pit, pleading with the stars for her twin to be returned to her. Onyx and Citrine waited with her a couple days, but gave up hope when the days turned into a week. The little family was brokenhearted, and returned with empty paws and teary eyes to their home.
Over the years, Opal has mended, and grown into a fae any Eastern baron would be proud to call 'mate'. She has received more courting offers than she could count, and grew in the eyes of society for her beautiful works. But even now, in the happy days of her life, she still misses her other half, her Amber.
Desired Rank: Master Crafter
Current Rank: Jeweler, she dabbles in smithing as well
Crush: She may or may not have her eye on someone.
Mate: None
Relatives and Pups: Her parents, Citrine and Onyx, are two of the older and more respected members of the pack. Her father is a Senior Delta, and is very well respected, whereas her mother had been only a warrior. Both are mostly retired now however, and will be rp'd minimally. She also has a twin sister, Amber, who went missing when the pair were just adolescents.
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Winter Fur (as well as a few things she's crafted):
RP Example: "Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things."Player name: The Royal Mirage
Pack: Pack of the Western Forest
Name: Ruby
Age: 2 and a half years
Gender: Female
Scent: Ruby's scent is often masked with the rusty copper of dried blood, the musky sweetness of fertile soil, and the spicy freshness of pine needles. Seeing as these three commodities are often caught up in her fur, it is understandable, though a bit unsettling. Her true scent gives away much of her past, being the careful heat of a well-loved kiln, combined with the calming scent of freshly oiled leather.
Body Type: Her long fur sticks around all year, obstructing most of her bodily features from regular view. Her legs are long and sturdy, though not to be considered stocky, and lead into a broad chest. One can normally see her strong shoulders, proud back, and supple haunches - if her fur were to become wet or shorn short, her more feminine features would come into view. Her well-sprung ribs curve into a slim waist and long, nicely muscled torso, with hips that are not too large, but noticeable enough. Her lengthy tail is one of the few features her long fur accents, waving like a silken banner (when she pays enough attention to keep it clean). Ruby's facial features are more angular than soft, her dark brows extremely expressive. Overall, she gives off the impression of sturdy rebellion.
Pelt color: Ruby's base coat is the ever changing wildness of desert sands, the pale beige colour making her stand out in the relative darkness of the forest. Not that she minds, it just means she's noticed more often by predators, and as such gets into more fights. It is uncommon to see her without at least a little dirt or blood in her long, tangled fur.
Markings: Her chest, belly, and torso are the same hue as fresh cream, the colour covering her chin and cheeks, as well as the underside of her tail. Honeyed gold colours her hackles, trailing up into her wild bangs, and tip her tail as well. Her expressive eyes are surrounded by gold and beige, beige also tipping the toes of her dangerous paws.
Eye Color: Ruby's eyes are an odd orange-red hue that could only be described as pure, polished amber, though in darkness one may mistake them for a deep ruby hue.
Other Details: Longer patches of fur dot her body, mainly along her chest and torso, elbows, haunches, and tail. This fur could be considered silky, elegant even, if she were to ever keep knots and dirt out of them. Her hackles are abnormally long and trail a bit along her back, and lead into wild bangs that shimmer in the sun.
Personality: Ruby's a real wild child, preferring to go off in search of trouble instead of preventing it. Her rebellious nature is the only thing that has kept her from being acknowledged as a true master warrior, though she herself doesn't resent the fact. She'd rather be off baiting grisly bears than waging wars for the sake of conquest, so that's exactly what she does. She's a very upfront fae, not being shy about her opinion, and while some respect this others often perceive it as rude, even overbearing, seeing as her opinion is not always desired. Her unpredictable nature has earned her both admirers and foes, most faes being put off by her behavior. She doesn't mind that either, preferring to roughhouse with the other brutes, though she secretly craves the sisterly companionship of a female friend. Ruby has a bit of a temper and can get hot-headed when complimented, even if her self-esteem isn't exactly the best. She can be very rough around the edges, with passive-aggressive and sarcastic comments for all, but once she lets you in it's easy to see she simply wants acceptance.
Likes: She has an odd, intense love of digging. Just something about getting dirt in her fur, feeling fresh soil under her claws, it's both soothing and exhilarating for the wild fae. Ruby is always up for a good fight, whether with a sparring partner or a ferocious beast. There's an odd sort of admiration that she has for glass figurines, though Ruby mostly hides this fact with a well planned roll of the eyes. She loves to keep active, whether in the form of running, jumping, climbing trees (which she is oddly adept at), etc. it's all good in her eyes. Oddly enough, she likes sunflower seeds. You can only find sunflowers out near the Central Plains, but she will take the day-long journey in order to collect them for herself.
Dislikes: She doesn't like a lot of 'girly' things - flowers, gemstones, none of it really appeals to her. Romance is something she doesn't care for, though this usually applies to watching it from afar seeing as she's never been in a relationship. She cannot stand wolves who pretend to be someone they are not, even if this is a bit hypocritical for her.
Main Talent: Ruby's main talent is definitely her fighting skills. Part brute strength, part careful planning, part reckless instinct, she comes into combat with an angle all her own.
Weak Point(s) (at least 3): As mentioned previously, Ruby doesn't always get along with others - in fact, most wolves in her pack avoid her. She can be secretive and closed off, not really ready to let anyone in, and shoves them away with crass comments and sharp fangs. Ruby is about as creative as a stick, and most of her strategies and sayings once came from someone else - in fact, she sometimes takes notes when the alpha goes nuts, and tries to copy his fighting moves. Though one may not ever consider this, Ruby is very sensitive about her appearance. Her self-consciousness is cleverly hidden behind snarky arrogance, but when alone she will sometimes stare into a clear pond's reflection and simply point out everything wrong with her. Her self worth is really quite low.
Fear(s): She would never tell you, but Ruby is deadly afraid of birds. No, really, birds. She was almost carried off by a gull as a pup, and has never gotten over it. She fears letting others down, though this doesn't really apply unless she really cares about them.
Song: TeamHistory: Amber, as she was once known, was born in the pack of the Eastern Shores to a senior delta and a warrior. She and her twin sister, Opal, grew up together with loving parents, but also the weight of being high-ranking faes in society. While Opal thrived under the pressure, cracks began to develop for Amber; her sister was so refined, and had received several courtship offers even before her first birthday, while Amber with her plainer appearance and more outgoing attitude, felt as if she were a disappointment. Her parents were so proud of Opal, speaking of their 'beautiful jewel' at parties and gatherings. Never did they speak of their little fighter. She loved her sister dearly, but also felt a quiet resentment growing inside of her; nothing came easy to the sandy little fae, nothing but the fighting lessons their mother put them through. It was in these lessons that Amber truly felt happy, enjoying the chance to best her sister. She would gloat, lord it over the more reserved fae, though Opal would just laugh and smile at the jeering. It was this attitude that made it impossible for Amber to truly dislike her beloved sister, despite her relative superiority. She wanted to be a fighter, but knew she could never pursue her passion if she wanted to make her parents proud. So she settled down.
Amber became a quiet, obedient fae, at least on the outside. She no longer sparred with the same vigor during their mandatory lessons, tried harder to create beautiful artwork or music, and kept her tongue in check (mostly). She tried to be like Opal, tried to be a fae her parents could be proud of, and she succeeded in a way. An older brute in the pack had taken a liking to Amber, wishing to court her, and her parents urged her to take the offer. While she felt no love, or even attraction for the male, she accepted. Their courtship was to begin after the full moon gathering that month, seeing as the pack was meant to leave a few days after, and she felt only dread for when they would return.
During the full moon gathering, Amber and Opal were playing a game of hide and seek with a couple of their new friends. It was well into the night, the air was fresh and crisp. Amber knew her sister's nose was weak and that she would never sniff her out, so she ran off to a little outcropping of dense forest. She found a hiding place in the deep brush, what she assumed to be a deer run, even if the scent was a little off. Turned out, it was actually a boar run.
It was only moments later that Amber fled to the wilds of loner territory, a dead bore and blood on her paws the symbol of her disgrace. She could never go back to her pack after that rush, the rush of the fight, adrenaline pumping through her veins and cool night air in her lungs.
She wandered as a loner for a while, honing her skills, fighting everything in her path. She felt so much freer out in the wilds, but soon felt the longing for companionship. It was then that she joined the pack of the Western Forest, under the false name Ruby. Her name was chosen not for the gemstones of her birth pack, but for the colour that stained her paws on that fateful night.
Desired Rank: Head Warrior, maybe even Beta, though she knows she isn't responsible enough for either role. She'd just enjoy the recognition and power ;p Doesn't even think about aiming for the Alpha spot, considering the kind of fight she'd have to go through.. *shivers*
Current Rank: Warrior, of course.
Crush: Not really
Mate: Doesn't consider it
Relatives and Pups: Citrine and Onyx (parents, Eastern Shores), Opal (twin sister, Eastern Shores)
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